Chapter 2
Terri Flannigan was confused ... even more confused than usual. Ted, her father, had insisted that she be called "Terry", even after Nanci had named her Teresa Lynn Marie Flannigan. The thirteen-year-old brunette had only changed the spelling to include the circle-dotted "i" two years before, when she entered junior high school ... about the time that the little pencil-point bumps under her tee shirt had started to grow ... and grow ... and grow.
It made her uncomfortable when her growing bosom flopped in gym class. Ted wouldn't let her have a bra ... not even a little triple-A shoestring of a trainer. Since Nanci couldn't have any more children, Ted wanted Terri to grow up like him, only more so. After all, a man must have a son to follow after him, right? And a son doesn't wear a thirty-six D bra, or filmy tricot panties and certainly not skirts and pantyhose! Terrible reflection on Daddy, that is.
And Daddy was the reason Terri was confused. She didn't realize that Ted wanted to show the whole world how virile he was by turning his daughter into a son. Even in the ten years Ted Flannigan played pro football, All-League center for a third-rate batch of aging stumble bums, he had the feeling of looking over his shoulder, cocking his ears for comments. That's natural enough for a man whose whole professional life consists of bending over while more famous, intelligent and better-paid men place their hands in his crotch. Four years of worrying about his maleness in college, then ten years of worrying in the NFL, followed by slowly trading down from third-rate to fourth, then fifth, had left a mark more indelible than the red wrinkles of his jock's waistband. Now Ted Flannigan worked at making up for it.
His lovely little brunette daughter didn't understand this, though. No matter how hard the girl tried to do what her father wanted, no matter how many Little League games she pitched or home runs she hit, she didn't know how strangely a six-foot-four, thirty-six-year-old adolescent male's mind worked.
What really shook her up this evening, when she'd gotten up for a drink of water, was the obvious tenderness Ted showed for her mother as he kissed her breasts, her belly and that dark, secretive vee between her thighs. Seeing the slow, almost dream-like way her father lifted her mother's hips, cradling the width of Nanci's pelvis as if it were a wide bowl brimful of rich nectar, didn't fit in with the way her father acted the rest of the time. Terri was so puzzled that she sank to her knees in the dimness of the hallway and watched.
A strange sensation, something like having to pee, tickled between Terri's legs. An odd warmth, not quite itchy, but as needful of a touch, grew down there when she saw the way her mother's breasts lolled so luxuriously. Her own nipples, paler and pinker than the rubbery tips she watched, tingled and stiffened. Terri didn't understand ... her titty-points stood up when she was cold, but she felt feverish as she watched.
And that thing ... that club-like spar jutting forward from Daddy's loins. Something about the size and the up-curved shape lit a little fire in Terri's belly. She stared at it, wondering why the flaring tip made her saliva flow.
And why was Daddy putting his face down on Mommy's pussy? Terri reached to her own pussy, covering the sparse brown hairs with the palm of her hand. She was moist, but with an oily feel she didn't remember encountering before. Terri hiked up the hem of her pale-blue shorty gown and shifted her knees a little further apart.
Terri watched and listened. That breathy note in her mother's voice. The strange, clasping, reaching motions of her mother's hands. The voluptuous way her mother's breasts rolled and the obvious tightness of her flexing thighs. Terri touched the edge of the door, opening it a fraction further.
The pale mounds of her teenage bottom peeked out, white and shining like the full moon in the spilled light from the bedroom. Terri felt sweat begin to trickle from her armpits and she peeled her nighty off.
The big, firm swell of each luscious breast flattened as she reached over her head, then bounced once as the filmy cloth dragged across the little girl's long nipples. She inhaled sharply at the touch. When her titty-tips rebounded, Terri felt the whole mass of each breast grow heavier and ache for the same handling and kissing her mother's bosom was receiving. At five-one, Terri looked like a compact, youthful version of her mother, watching almost as if in a mirror. She put her left hand on her breast and her right hand down between her thighs again. Terri wondered what her mother felt like.
Her titties are wet ... I can see Daddy's spit on them, Terri thought. She raised her palm to her mouth and licked. When the whole soft center of her palm was slick with saliva, she cupped the end of her breast again and rubbed.
Terri's heart pounded, drumming louder in her ears. The thrill at the tip of her nipple was as sharp as wet silk sliding on skin. The chilly flash of sensation made her buttocks tighten and Terri realized that both her holes opened and closed with the spasm. She sucked on a fingertip, then flicked it back and forth on her other titty, just the way her father's tongue moved on her mother's breast.
The rubbery tip of her breast sent waves of strange feeling along her spine. Terri shivered. She tried to duck her head down to suck at her own titties, but even a straining reach of her tongue left her just short of the tips. She heard her mother's moans and Terri wanted wet suction on her breasts more than she'd wanted anything in her life. She looked through the doorway again.
Terri knew she couldn't do it, not the way her mother and father did. If she couldn't kiss her own titty, she couldn't possibly lick and kiss down her belly. She slobbered over her fingers again and tried to imagine her roving, sliding fingertips were a tongue. The warmth between her thighs increased. With a gasp, she realized that her father's head was moving fate-fully toward her mother's crotch.
Terri wanted to lie on her back and pretend that it was happening to her. She squatted down further, but knew she couldn't see if she imitated her mother's posture. She pushed her hips forward, grabbing her buttocks. She watched the flexing power of her father's hands digging into Nanci's ass. With a lewd jolt, she saw his face go to the secret, private space between Nanci's thighs. A gush of that new warmth flooded the whole center of Terri's pussy.
Terri licked her fingers again. She listened to the snorting, snuffling noises Ted made as his head moved up and down between Nanci's legs. Terri crept forward until her face was nearly against the door frame, but she still couldn't see where his mouth was moving.
Terri knew his tongue was out ... the warbling, groaning rise and fall of his grunting voice told her that Ted's mouth worked like some bizarre licking machine on her mother's crotch. Terri's fingers moved back and forth, sampling the tight center of her crease, then dodging up and down the sides of her pussy lips. Fluid covered her fingers.
The thick, oily feeling of her pussy cream was an invitation to her hands. Terri touched the spot the juice came from and the little muscle kissed at her fingertips. With a whispered moan, she slipped a finger into the center of that tiny orifice and moved it back and forth.
Terri marveled at the sudden sensitivity of the little hole. She'd never touched herself in quite that pleasing way before. Now, while she wondered where her daddy's thrusting tongue touched her mother's cunt, Terri realized the incredible sensuality of her own pussy-mouth.
She heard her mother's voice begging, pleading for something ... something about her clitty. Terri watched as her father moved his face up and she felt the electric heat in the top folds of her young cunny. She somehow knew that was what Nanci was begging for. Terri pressed the heel of her hand hard against the top of her cuntal mound and the spark within her folds blazed up.
It was as compelling as a whip, as hot as dry ice. The tip of a stiffness under her palm blazed like a little blowtorch. Terri slid her first finger higher, feeling the delicate, kiss-like caress of her tight inner cunt petals. That tingly, itchy, hot thing at the top of her slit grew as her finger approached. With a shock of recognition, as if her body had known all along, Terri touched the end of her clitty.
A lance of pure, lusty pleasure shot through her. Terri closed her eyes for a moment. She rolled the precious little bead of her heat-trigger around, marveling at the tiny size and the huge sensations it held.
Ohhh! Why haven't I...? Terri thought. She touched her tiny cunt hole again, then found the tip of her little button with her other hand. The touch on her clitty made her pussy mouth contract lovingly around her fingertip. The combination of feelings made her open her eyes again and Terri gasped.
He ... daddy's going to ... Her finger probed the center of her virginal pussy mouth. Not there! Oh, poor Mom! She slipped her fingertip in further, then spread her inner petals with two more fingers. She imagined the heavy, hard-looking mass of her father's prick battering into her. Terri winced.
With a moan, Terri realized he would do it and that her mother was more than ready. She heard her begging and Terri wanted to close her eyes. She turned half-away from the torrid scene in the bedroom, but her eyes were locked to the angry-looking head of her father's cock.
A combination of fear and heat held her attention on the poised head of her father's prick. Terri watched him brace the middle with his fist. She watched him level it at the faint shadow of dark hair at the base of her mother's buttocks. Terri rubbed another fingertip alongside the one in her cunt hole.
With a smash like two freight trains coming together, Ted's cock blasted Nanci's cunt. Their daughter winced, imagining the thick, long mass of male meat tearing her own pussy wide open. She wanted to feel more than her fingertips, sure, but did it have to be a club, an arching, throbbing mass like Ted's?
But Nanci seemed to like it. Her legs beat a tattoo on Ted's shoulders. Terri tried to imagine the hot, hard onrush of a prick as it went all the way into her belly. She poked her fingers deeper, then deeper again. She felt a juicy, creamy heat begin to blaze far up inside her cunny and Terri tried to reach up to it.
Her fingers weren't long enough and something hard and wet and rubbery stopped them. Terri worked at getting her fingertip past the membrane. The strange secret of her mother's enjoyment seemed to be locked in, hidden up past the membrane. The little girl worked at it harder, even closing her eyes to concentrate.
She didn't need to watch any more, anyway. Terri could hear the squishing noises of her mother's pussy juice, louder even than the wetness of the child's cunt. She heard the meaty slapping of belly against thighs and the excited moans and pleas that urged her father to fuck faster. Terri wanted to know why, why the strenuous, urgent motions kept accelerating, even past the painful cries of her mother.
Terri dug at her pussy mouth and the hot button of her clitty responded. The little girl realized that the motion of her cuntal petals had something to do with it. She pushed the heel of her hand against the top of her cunny and the pulses of feeling got stronger.
Terri thought she understood part of it, anyway. She understood why Nanci would let Ted kiss her there ... it made the good, slippery juices flow faster and that, in turn, made her clitty stand up higher and flash hotter. But why, when only the very tip of two fingers would fit in and even then hurt sometimes, did her mother let that long, heavy weapon jam into her crotch again and again? Terri wondered if just maybe she hadn't watched closely enough. Maybe the hole her fingers worked at was only for the squirts of semen she'd heard about it in school and the back hole was for the battering, pounding length of shafts like her father's.
Terri slipped one finger across the wrinkly dot of her rectum. It did feel sensitive and much stretchier than the rubbery membrane inside her pussy hole. She began to explore, still working her other fingers in her vagina.
There was something to it! Terri worked one fingertip into her ass hole. She could feel the pressure across a thin wall. Her other two fingers, all creamy and warm and wiggly, pressed against the single digit in her ass. The feeling wasn't bad ... in fact, the ring of muscle seemed much stretchier. She probed further.
Ahh, yes, that might be the secret. The back passage, the most private section ... that might be where Daddy had shoved that fearsome organ. Terri wanted to feel more in her ass hole, but her pinky wouldn't quite reach. She looked up through the doorway again and saw the end of the wrestling, sweating, churning bout between her mother and father.
The sheer battling frenzy of their motions made Terri hotter. She positively ground her hand against the top of her love mound, forcing her clitty to flash lewdly. She felt that strange, upsetting sensation, the one that had been just out of reach of her fingers and it was closer. It was still centered somewhere above where the little girl could reach, but it was hovering, as if in a few more seconds she could touch it and draw it out.
Terri fingered her ass hole and her pussy faster. The slapping sound of parent's bodies drowned out the little sighs and gasps she made, Terri probed, wiggling her fingers against each other, pushing in, then pulling out. With her free hand, she found the fold of lusty wetness around her clitty-spike and rolled it back and forth.
That strange, shivering feeling was tied to her clitty somehow, but there was a strand of nerves that attached it to her rectum and her vagina, too. Terri wondered how it all fit together, but she didn't stop to find out. A ball of spinning tension built up in her belly.
Her mother was screaming, pleading at the top of her lungs. Terri heard her father grunt, straining. She worked her fingers so fast that they felt like a blur inside her holes. The other hand pressed her clitty into her pubic bone, grinding it mercilessly into her flesh. The ball of tension spun faster, throwing out comet-like sparks. She heard a scream-maybe it was her own. Terri didn't know ... all she knew was that the feeling, the strange, marvelous feeling in her cunt, was about to change.
With the lion-like roar of her father fucking his come into her mother, something broke inside Terri. She heard Ted's voice and it was tied to the earthquake in her cunt. With a sudden shock, she felt a wave of powerful release blast outward from her cunt.
Terri fell onto her back. Her knees spread wide. Both her hands worked frantically in her cunt, lashing the frenzy of her clitty through every nerve in her body. She sobbed and bit her lip, amazed by the pure beauty of the feelings. With a long, sighing gasp, she let her actions fade away and the long, rhythmic sucking of her cunt moved her fingers all by itself. Terri let her over stimulated mind rest.
My god! If Mom had told me ... oh, wow! she thought, sliding into the warm, floating feeling of a fading orgasm.
When she heard the typical sound of her mother's voice rising into an argument, Terri woke with a start. She grabbed her nighty off the floor and hurried back to her own room, breasts bouncing, buttocks jiggling and the sweet aroma of aroused pussy following her like a perfumed cloud of honest horniness. I'm glad Mom's going to come along, she thought. Maybe I can stay in camp with her while Daddy and the scouts go hunting.